Middle Earth and all in it belong to Tolkien. This jumps during the first
half. We start about two thousand or so years before LOTR. Legolas gets a
big part in this, as does a certain hobbit. Please r/r! Tell me who you
think are the other Children of the Light as well as how you like it! I
hope you enjoy it!
Children of Light
One destined for Immortality
One destined for Pain
One destined for Light
One destined for Darkness
One destined for Death
One destined for Memory
All destined to Save
One destined to Understand
One destined to Survive
One destined to Rule
One destined to Fall
One destined to Break
One destined to Remember
There are six destined to make an impact on Middle Earth, and the Dark Forces are rallying to destroy them. Gandalf has to find them first or all is lost.
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One Destined for Immortality
Gandalf stood watching the night sky. It had finally come. Sauron was a threat, but not as great as the one coming. The Dark Forces had sensed the birth of the first of the Light Children, as they were called. Gandalf knew he had little time to find the first, for as the years passed, the child's presence started to call for those like it, for it's brothers and sisters in the soul. But no one would answer it for some time, except for the Dark Powers that were coming to destroy it, and for Gandalf the Grey, who seemed to be the only wizard that could really tune in.
The cry came into his soul again, running through it like water through rock. The cry was getting sadder as the years came, and the child would be getting lonelier for its own. Gandalf couldn't help that except help it to understand what was to come.
The cry had brought him to Rivendell, and then took him past that. On ward and farther, always seeking, never finding. Until now, he was close and he knew it. The cry was close to his heart now, and he could sense the power though all others, even the elves, were blind to it. And yet here he was, in Mirkwood, home of King Thrainduil and the elves. He walked on, not hurrying, though he felt that what he had been searching for was now within his grasp. Suddenly he felt the cry as if it was right inside him, actually coming from him. He looked up, and saw a young elf seated upon a branch far up into the tree. The elf couldn't have been more then a few years old, still a child really. His head was laid back against the trunk of the tree, and his eyes were closed, which was very peculiar for an elf. The look upon the child's face was near heartbreaking, a mixture of loneliness and sadness playing across it.
"Young elf, are you all right?!" Gandalf yelled up to him.
The elf opened his eyes and looked down at him.
"I am fine, sir. Or should I say, Gandalf the Grey," the boy said down to him and smiled.
"And how do you know me?" Gandalf asked.
"My father has spoken of you many times and I can sense it. What have you come seeking, or are you here to visit my Father?" the boy inquired.
"Curious young fellow, aren't you?" Gandalf chuckled lightly, "I am seeking something and have need to speak to your Father, who I believe is King Thrainduil. Now, what is your name, as you know mine," Gandalf said.
"Legolas Greenleaf, sir Gandalf," the boy said.
"Well, Legolas. Why don't you come down and led me to your Father?" Gandalf asked.
"Sure," Legolas said and climbed down.
Gandalf smiled and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. A surge of Light passed in him and he smiled. Yes, he had truly found what he had been searching for.
"Lead the way, young Legolas," Gandalf told him.
Legolas smiled at him and started off.
Children of Light
One destined for Immortality
One destined for Pain
One destined for Light
One destined for Darkness
One destined for Death
One destined for Memory
All destined to Save
One destined to Understand
One destined to Survive
One destined to Rule
One destined to Fall
One destined to Break
One destined to Remember
There are six destined to make an impact on Middle Earth, and the Dark Forces are rallying to destroy them. Gandalf has to find them first or all is lost.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
One Destined for Immortality
Gandalf stood watching the night sky. It had finally come. Sauron was a threat, but not as great as the one coming. The Dark Forces had sensed the birth of the first of the Light Children, as they were called. Gandalf knew he had little time to find the first, for as the years passed, the child's presence started to call for those like it, for it's brothers and sisters in the soul. But no one would answer it for some time, except for the Dark Powers that were coming to destroy it, and for Gandalf the Grey, who seemed to be the only wizard that could really tune in.
The cry came into his soul again, running through it like water through rock. The cry was getting sadder as the years came, and the child would be getting lonelier for its own. Gandalf couldn't help that except help it to understand what was to come.
The cry had brought him to Rivendell, and then took him past that. On ward and farther, always seeking, never finding. Until now, he was close and he knew it. The cry was close to his heart now, and he could sense the power though all others, even the elves, were blind to it. And yet here he was, in Mirkwood, home of King Thrainduil and the elves. He walked on, not hurrying, though he felt that what he had been searching for was now within his grasp. Suddenly he felt the cry as if it was right inside him, actually coming from him. He looked up, and saw a young elf seated upon a branch far up into the tree. The elf couldn't have been more then a few years old, still a child really. His head was laid back against the trunk of the tree, and his eyes were closed, which was very peculiar for an elf. The look upon the child's face was near heartbreaking, a mixture of loneliness and sadness playing across it.
"Young elf, are you all right?!" Gandalf yelled up to him.
The elf opened his eyes and looked down at him.
"I am fine, sir. Or should I say, Gandalf the Grey," the boy said down to him and smiled.
"And how do you know me?" Gandalf asked.
"My father has spoken of you many times and I can sense it. What have you come seeking, or are you here to visit my Father?" the boy inquired.
"Curious young fellow, aren't you?" Gandalf chuckled lightly, "I am seeking something and have need to speak to your Father, who I believe is King Thrainduil. Now, what is your name, as you know mine," Gandalf said.
"Legolas Greenleaf, sir Gandalf," the boy said.
"Well, Legolas. Why don't you come down and led me to your Father?" Gandalf asked.
"Sure," Legolas said and climbed down.
Gandalf smiled and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. A surge of Light passed in him and he smiled. Yes, he had truly found what he had been searching for.
"Lead the way, young Legolas," Gandalf told him.
Legolas smiled at him and started off.